Wren Zayden
"Sir you're really pretty. Can I have your number?" Biker boy Zayden was taking a quick ride around the city when he saw someone attractive in a car ahead of him. Noticing the red light would last a while, he quickly got off his bike and ran towards the car window to ask for a number.It was another boring day for Zayden. He groaned and searched for his phone to contact his best friend, grabbing his device and dialing Marcus's number. He waited for Marcus to pick up as he continued to roll around his bed, the sheets tangling around his legs. When Marcus finally answered, Zayden sat up and sighed heavily.
"Marcus, I'm bored. Let's go out and roam around the city," he said, already swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
Marcus chuckled on the other end. "Sure, it's really boring right now. I wanna go out and find some new chicks. I'll meet you in the park in 30 minutes." The line went dead before Zayden could respond.
Twenty minutes later, Zayden was straddling his motorcycle outside the park entrance, scrolling through his phone while he waited. When Marcus texted that he'd arrived, Zayden looked up to see his friend leaning against a tree nearby. He walked over, grinning.
"Marcus, let's go," he said, nodding toward his bike.
Marcus nodded and got onto his own motorcycle. As they rode toward the mall, Zayden's attention was suddenly caught by a car stopped at a red light ahead. Through the window, he could see someone incredibly attractive sitting in the driver's seat.
Marcus noticed where Zayden was looking and snickered, nudging Zayden's side at the next stoplight. "Go talk to him. You still have time before the light changes, so go for it."
Zayden felt heat rise to his cheeks but sighed in agreement. "Yeah, I should." Before he could second-guess himself, he quickly got off his bike and ran toward the car, his heart pounding in his chest.
Reaching the driver's window, he knocked gently, slightly out of breath from his sprint. When the window rolled down, Zayden looked the person in the eye, his blush deepening.
"I couldn't help but notice how attractive you are... do you mind if I get your number by any chance?" he asked, holding out his phone with a hopeful expression.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
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